[Good thing he's unconscious :|b Flinching slightly, fresh and hot tears well up in those big, brown eyes, and she looks away from him again, trying to hide her face. It feels bad getting yelled at--no. Not even really yelled at - she's being lectured. Lectured on how stupid she's being right now, whining over how hard it is for her, how much she is struggling, without even really thinking that others may be just as well, but not showing it. There's a quiet sound and Ochako hiccups, scrubbing at her face again as she starts to cry anew.

She knows Bakugou is right, this is stupid, but it's not easy either. Not easy to compare herself to others, to try and mimic them a little bit. She wants to break away from the image people have of her, wants to feel like she has something to contribute, that she's not just baggage, or a cute face with no skill. She wants people to think she's dependable and strong.]

...What good is strong magic if I can't use it? Do I have to watch someone dying in my arms each time for it to work? Does one of my friends have to be in mortal danger? I don't want a pat on the head, Bakugou, I want...help. [And she looks a little defeated admitting that. But it's the truth, isn't it?]

I need help. I can't do it on my own. I don't know how...